Imagine Dean letting His daughter paint his nails
(Requested by Anon)
“Daddy!” The little came running into the main library of the bunker holding a small bottle in her little hands.
Dean turned around and caught his daughter in his arms, lifting her up. “What you want, Little Monster?”
“Can I paint your nails?” She held out the bottle that was filled with pink liquid. “Please?”
Blinking a few times, the hunter couldn’t say no to those big blue eyes that stared him down. Sighing, he walked over to the table and sat down. “Fine, but if Uncle Sammy asks? You did this when I was asleep.”
Mary laughed and started to paint her father nails…
Dean watched her, his heart breaking at the thought that her mother wasn’t her to do stuff like this with her. He found that he was agreeing to do more girly stuff lately than he ever would have before his daughter came into his life, but as life continued? He found that he didn’t mind.
“Dean, so I was-” Sam came into the room only to stopped when he saw his niece and brother painting their nails.
Dean looked up at him with a stony face. “This isn’t what it looks like…”
“We’re painting our nails!” Mary giggled, happily.
“It’s exactly what it’s loos like.”
